For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the brothers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It's time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Brace yourself, my dear
It's a holiday in cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife
You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son
What you need, my son
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot
And it's a holiday in cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
So you been to school For a year or two And you know youve seen it all In daddys car Thinkin you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the brothers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear It's a holiday in cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leach You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son What you need, my son Is a holiday in cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot And it's a holiday in cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in cambodia Where the slums got so much soul Explain Request ×
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